Ode To My Flip Flops
Brown. Mocha. Chestnut.
Soft, velvety leather
You cushion my feet.
Protector. Provider.
All knowing master
Wherever you lead me, I go.
Through joyful jubilees
We have frolicked.
Not a wedding too fancy,
Not a dance too demanding
Where you haven’t delighted my toes.
Through fresh powdered snow
We have gallivanted.
Not a flurry too frigid,
Not a gale to tempestuous
For my king comforter, my shelter.
